Life in Grade One 1 Life in Grade One is like meditation in a temple. Although boring, you can gain spirituality. Like young monks, we study hard on campus in order to achieve positive results as soon as possible. -inscription
Get up early, watch the clock sitting like Mount Tai show 5: 30, wash up quickly, race against time to finish eating, and carry a schoolbag lifted like Mount Tai. On the road, "there is no light ahead, no pedestrians behind, and only staring at the car when you see the darkness of heaven and earth." When I got to school, I sat in my seat and listened to the teacher, for fear that my disciples would embarrass the teacher.
A series of tests and exams made me dizzy and at a loss. In order to maintain a good learning attitude, we should be like "Wulin masters": "Be proud if you win, and never abandon your armor if you lose."
At sunset, we finally arrived at school, full of joy but failed-the teacher kept us and took the exam again.
Back home, seemingly free, but not free, but the beginning of another kind of suffering. While I was concentrating on my homework, the sound of TV came from the living room. Sometimes I can't help but watch it, but I am intercepted by the "anti-missile device". This kind of pain is really hard.
However, how can you be a master without suffering? Without the biting cold, how can plum blossoms smell sweet?
Homework is like a mountain on my back, which makes me breathless. Some of them were written late into the night, and homework was left in all major subjects. It's a pity that we have to study the sage books hard, so we have to wait until everyone else falls asleep, so that we can sleep half a beat slower than others. But in the dead of night, I can't sleep after being "sleepy"! I have a book to read, and I can't fall asleep until I'm tired of reading it. The next day, I got up early again I got up late and couldn't even eat, so I had to finish the morning class on an empty stomach.
After school at noon, the school is really dark-only one hour to eat, plus the compression of the class teacher, is there any left? A: I don't know.
Sunday finally came, but there was no rest, because there was too much homework! After only one day's rest, it was more than twice as much as usual.
This is my life as a freshman. Really tired! But in order to grow up and serve the motherland, you have to suffer.
Also, my biggest feeling-I'm so tired on the first day. What should I do if I take out three? Thought of here, my heart is a little scared.
The second day life composition bid farewell to the friend who has been a classmate for six years and waved goodbye; Say goodbye to the immature figure of childhood and start again. Are you looking forward to entering the new campus or not? Is it disappointment or hope? I started my senior one life with a nervous and excited mood.
It's another sunset night. I stepped on the school bell and came to the school gate. I saw people crowded all the way in front of the bus. Of course I won't fall behind, but I still can't enjoy the privilege of sitting at the end. I was helpless, frowning and holding the handrail of the car in frustration. At this moment, a strange voice came from the noisy carriage: "Hello! Why doesn't the driver drive? What time is it now? The driver really has no quality. " I looked inside and saw a boy about my age sitting firmly in his position. His dark skin is the result of military training, his head is tilted and he can't see the five senses. He looked at the students who got on the bus one after another outside the window, and his heart seemed to ignite another anger, swearing: "The cars are crowded, why are you still coming up?" ..... "Suddenly, the passengers in the carriage rolled their eyes at him. However, the boy disdainfully glanced at his classmates who were still struggling at the door of the car and spat out a few words intermittently: no quality. Seeing this scene, my frown never relaxed, and I secretly felt sorry for his parents.
Finally, I squeezed into the station and left the uncivilized bus in a hurry. When I got home, I immediately buried myself in the sea of homework. ...
Everyone has something indispensable, which may be an object, a feeling or a person. I am no exception. I still have one indispensable thing, and that is light.
You may think, isn't the sun visible and intangible? Why can't I live without it?
I never feel that the sun is always there. I think, in rainy days, there is no sunshine, only meager raindrops. Rain hits the house, making it more beautiful under its nourishment; Rain caresses the petals, making the flowers more moist under its care. How good the rain will be for you! You have done so many things for us, but have you ever wondered what would happen to houses and flowers soaked in rain without sunshine? Yes, they won't exist in this world. For this reason, we can't live without sunshine.
In winter, the sun basically won't shine on the earth again. But looking at the sky, I can still feel its existence, because it exists in my heart. It was he who made me face the difficulties bravely. He told me to overcome the difficulties. If there is no sunshine in my heart, I don't think I will always be strong until now.
In summer, sunshine is a ghost. It releases a lot of heat and bakes the earth. Everyone is complaining, when does the sun set? It's too hot, but I don't think so. I like the light from the sun. It makes me healthier. At dusk, I can kiss it gently. It feels really good.
So for this reason, I can't live without it, it is sunshine.
Life in the first grade is like running water, and happy scenes in primary school life keep echoing in my mind. I recall the games of running, grabbing and throwing sandbags. Those naughty boys actually stuffed a piece of paper with the words "big idiot" into the girl's bag ... However, all this was so perfect in my naive eyes. However, the innocence of youth has already quietly left unconsciously, leaving me only a little silence at this moment.
Autumn leaves rustling, accompanied by bright sunshine, I entered this brand-new world. I thought there would be no more joy and freedom, but since the initial military training, junior high school life has brought me infinite mystery and colorful charm. "Stand at attention, look forward, look forward, be at ease ..." The whole military training was conducted in a serious atmosphere. In a flash, we seem to have taken off our childish coat and put on that maturity.
After several days of military training, it was sweat that sent me to this fantastic middle school. However, after the sweat, it was followed by seven disciplines like boulders, which made me unable to breathe for a while. Just when I came to my senses, the alarm of failing the exam had already sounded in my mind. From then on, I made up my mind that a small failure does not mean everything. I must redouble my efforts. Autumn is coming, don't let good grades be blown away by the wind with the fallen leaves.
Middle school life, is it joy, sadness, excitement, or ... the feeling in my heart is always changing. But one thing is the strongest, that is, change. I am not as naughty as before, because I am not as naive and lively as I was a child? Although the smile is still on the face, the ridiculous voice is obviously mixed with firmness. Perhaps when I was a child, I was slowly maturing, and the happiness scattered in previous lives was slowly condensed into fullness and beauty.
Graduated from primary school, although not as charming as the sunset glow, it is more unforgettable than the sunset glow. Similarly, the beginning of middle school, although not as gorgeous as Chaoyang, is also more exciting than Chaoyang. In the first day of junior high school, my new life is serious, nervous and excited, cheerful and slightly shy. Just like a fresh morning, in the vast expanse, there seems to be a beam of light full of expectation, shining not far away. ...
On the 5th, 2 1, we all woke up early in the morning without being urged or called. To make matters worse: Zhou never gets up before 7 o'clock, but today, he gets up early. I looked at the time, it was only 5: 05.
After getting up, we began to do housework: fold the quilt; Wash your face; Brush your teeth; Comb your hair; Clean the bedroom. Clean the bedroom. Everyone is busy. After everything was done, we walked out of the dormitory and went to eat.
After breakfast, we went to military training. The military training time is 7:00- 10:30. After the military training, the instructor took us to the lecture hall, blowing air conditioning and watching the movie starring Jay Chou and Ceng Zhiwei. . After watching it, we lined up to go to the restaurant for lunch. After dinner, we will go to the classroom [because it is military training time, so we can't go back to the dormitory. /kloc-classes begin at 0: 30, with 4 classes in the afternoon (including 2 English classes every day). At 5 o'clock, we go to have dinner. After dinner, Xiaoyi and I hurried to the dormitory to take a bath. 15 at six o'clock, we went back to the classroom for evening self-study. During our military training, evening self-study is to go to the lecture hall to watch movies and engage in activities. At half past eight, we returned to the dormitory.
Soon, the lights went out at night, and I remembered that I had hurried out of bed and ran to the toilet before washing my face and brushing my teeth. Luckily, the light went out as soon as I got back to bed after washing my face and brushing my teeth. It's just that I haven't finished washing clothes with one-inch [Liu Zhuoqiong], and it's dark and scared, so we let out a cry, and as a result, we attracted tutor Zhang [the chief tutor]. Teacher Zhang knocked on the door and said, "Go to sleep!" " Xiaoyi and I were scared to death and went back to bed at once. After Teacher Zhang left, Tiny and I got up again, hurriedly picked up unwashed clothes and hung them on the balcony, and hurried back to bed. After returning to bed, I said to the little guy, "Hang up the clothes at night and wash them early tomorrow." The younger one listened and said, OK, OK. However, the two of us couldn't sleep in bed, so we jumped down again. We watched the night scene by the window and chatted. After chatting for a while, Teacher Zhang knocked at the door again, and we both went back to bed. After sleeping this time, we didn't get up as before. Because we are tired and want to sleep.
On the morning of the 22nd, we went to the classroom. After a while, Mr. Zhang, Mr. Wei and Mr. Gao came. Teacher Zhang called three girls in our dormitory 304 (our dormitory is a mixed dormitory, and two of them are from Class 704). Teacher Zhang said, "What were you doing last night? It was 1 1 and you were still talking in it. Tell me honestly, is it our class or Class 704? " The three of us bowed our heads and said, "It's our class." The tutor looked at us and said, "What is the reason?" "Teacher, we are homesick and can't sleep." We are talking in the same place. Hearing this, the three tutors all laughed. ...
Now, all this has become the past, all in the past. I hope everything can start all over again.
Since I became a small reporter in Xuchang Morning Post, my contribution has been extremely positive, even during holidays.
I also registered QQ number, and my netizens are close to hundreds! Our Chinese teacher has also become my net friend. The Chinese teacher is very gentle and enthusiastic. I used QQ to contribute to him during the holidays, and the Chinese teacher always took pains to help me revise it.
Last year, two students in our class became reporters of Xuchang Morning Post. One is Shen and the other is me. Seeing Shen's composition published in Xuchang Morning Post, I was both envious and anxious. As a small reporter, I am often laughed at by my classmates because of my failure to publish articles. I think I should also contribute more articles and publish more compositions. So I don't even miss my vacation.
I know that writing a composition must write true feelings, so as to impress readers. I thought of my cactus. So, I began to conceive my composition, and the title of the final composition was "The vitality of cactus".
According to the true story between myself and cactus, I described the characteristics of cactus, such as being strong and drought-tolerant. The Chinese teacher praised my composition on the Internet. Being praised by the teacher greatly increased my confidence.
The teacher helped me put this composition in the Xuchang Morning Post reporter, and I began a long wait. How I wish my composition could be published soon! However, half a month, a month ... my composition seems to sink into the sea and there has been no news. Slowly, I don't even have any confidence.
Until the end of the holiday, the Chinese teacher told me on the Internet that after so long, my composition was published. This is my first published composition! At that moment, I felt a warm current in my heart and felt extremely happy. It seems that gold will shine sooner or later!
Warmth is hope in despair and confidence in loss. It lets people know that persistence is victory and hard work always pays off. I think I can't be discouraged at any time. I want to be as strong as a cactus. I will continue to contribute, and strive to publish more essays in Xuchang Morning Post reporters, and strive to surpass Shen who published the most articles in our class. I believe that through my own efforts, I will definitely become a real little reporter and realize my dream of being a reporter.
That unforgettable warm moment has become a powerful driving force for me to persevere and realize my dream. Because of my constant writing, my holiday life has become very substantial and meaningful.
My after-school life is rich and colorful, and I like to participate in various activities. I like playing badminton, swimming, football, table tennis and my favorite painting.
I have studied Chinese painting, watercolor, gouache, stick figure, cartoon and sketch. My favorite is sketching. Every afternoon after school, I finish my homework and start drawing. The teacher said that sketch is the basis of painting, and it is easier to learn gouache and Chinese painting after learning sketch. Now I can sketch a single still life and a combined still life, and I can also sketch people!
Sketch parade, light, color, quality, various performance factors, and spatial depth. For example, to draw a still life sphere, first make a composition (that is, draw a square). Now put two horizontal and vertical lines in the middle of the square, and then cut a circle inside the square; After cutting the circle, draw the dividing line between light and dark and high light spot; Finally draw light and shade with lines. Bright places are called highlights, and dark places are called shadows, which are darker. Finally, draw the background, and the sketch is completed.
By learning sketch, my aesthetic ability has been improved, and I have learned to observe the same thing from different angles and get different results.
My junior high school life is like a plate of fruit salad, with ups and downs, red, purple, blue and green. The big red apple is sweet and easy to remember. In just a few months, I have made great achievements. First of all, the National Day handwritten newspaper won the second prize, and now it is the first prize of class calligraphy. Behind these sweet memories are sour and bitter. This sour taste is like a crystal grape, sour and cold purple. Swallowed into the stomach but left a trace of sweetness. In these days, I have gained pure friendship, as flawless and precious as blueberries. This big green watermelon has delicate stripes and red flesh inside. This watermelon contains my selfless friendship with my good friends. I did something wrong, and my friends let it all out when I was in a bad mood. With the loosening of my studies, I began to decline. This is as soft as a banana, but it is still indomitable. I tried to climb and climb. "There is no best, only better!" "As a motto, I finally walked halfway up the mountain," ah-"I was relieved, but there were still classmates, no, many of them were above me. I must, like mangosteen, have a tenacious heart and go forward bravely in the scorching sun without being knocked down by difficulties. The more you eat this fruit salad, the more delicious it becomes. Trying new varieties is like trying and practicing in life. This is my junior high school life.